Hope is exactly what Jesus is to me.
He is the hope that my past is redeemed. You see, for the believer, there is no sin that can undo the completed work of Christ on the cross.
He is the hope of my today and every day. Especially on the Saturday between, where I must rely on hope (and a whole lot of faith) that Sunday will come and they will find “He is Risen”.
He is where I plant my hope for tomorrow, my focus when the holiday hurts because there are empty seats at my dinner table.
He’s my hope and assurance that death is not the end.
… in that early morning empty tomb, hope was born.